by Anthony McCann

by Anthony McCann
     And here I am Mother， slick haired and heaving
     A kind of elk， something， a sort of human elk
     Digitally inserted into the prehistory of his nation
     Twenty feet tall and roaring and extinct
     Mother， I'm a mammal， when I'm sleeping I'm exuding
     As the little pony reaches the shimmering pines
     Here I am Mother， struggling to hear
     Here's my new body， made wholly of hair
     Mother， here I am， a grown man in the snow
     Mother， the dark here is sort of enormous
     As the little pony passes through the sacred meadows
     Here I am holding the breasts of my wife
     Twenty feet tall and roaring and extinct
     The dark here， Mother， is truly enormous
     As the little pony enters the shimmering pines
     Dear Mother， I'm a mammal， in love with the pines